about

Friends,

Thank you for listening to my first official rock album. It's now the year 2012. These songs were written between 2005 and 2009.

As many of you may know, I personally know God in flesh: Jesus Christ. I was born again in April, 2009. Most of these songs were written before I knew my Helper and Wonderful Counselor. Each song represents a specific time in my life, so I chose to keep many of the original lyrics. I don't necessarily agree with some of the feelings I've felt or how I've handled some of the situations documented in these lyrics, as my outlook on life has greatly changed since my rebirth.

My Eternal Father has blessed me with understanding and creativity, and I truly believe that God will bless you by listening to this album and reading these words.

Love,
Steve Chab the person

credits

released May 29, 2012

All music written, performed and produced by Steve Chab unless otherwise noted. Piano on the song Patterns in Camouflage by Ali Spagnola. Group vocals on Pennsylvania Slang by the Keystone Choir. Recorded and engineered by Len Lanphar (Len also wrote many vocal harmonies). Mastered by Jacob Meador. Photo by George Silvaney. Art by Matt Susko and Steve Chab.

With her manic bind, she tainted my head. She’s my wife that fled. With the words she said, she wasted my life. She’s my wife that fled.

Listen to the words I speak. My friends don’t think I’m all that weak. I carry on ...

I carried on through all the months. You were making babies and getting drunk. Bathtub beds and stomach pumps? What a fuckin’ shame.

Well, I don't think about it, and I get by.

Track Name: Pennsylvania Slang

You’re that Hollywood cigarette that’s desired by all. Well, I lost my lighter today, and I don’t know how to burn you. I threw away my matches a long time ago, because they remind you of forgotten times.

They (the matches) don’t mean a damn to me; they are in a landfill now. I might as well be buried there myself, 'cause I ain’t worth two shits, sweetheart. My time ain’t my time, and I’m proud of where I’m from ... it’s just that damn Pennsylvania slang. I can’t afford you, princess.